Page 99 of A World Enough

Brogan growled. Clearly, she thought there was something wrong.

“I like you, Camber, but I’ve got thousands who rely on this moon, and I can’t get in a fight with the Abnobians. I had no choice.”

Brogan was pulling at her trousers, trying to get her to move back.

“Ziggy? What have you done?”

From the doors at the back of the room, a vampire and Drazani guards emerged. Camber felt like a dagger had been plunged into her stomach. “No, Ziggy. That’s why you kept us here enjoying your hospitality. To give them time to get here.”

“Business is business, Camber,” Ziggy said.

Camber bent over. She could feel her stomach about to throw up. “Ziggy…” Tears ran down her cheeks.

Brogan pulled her off her feet and behind a table. She licked the tears from her cheeks and looked up to the emergency exit.

How was she to get Camber safely up there?

Ziggy spoke again. “I’m told that if you come with us, your wolf will be spared.”

Camber began to move, but Brogan lay over her to stop her and to make sure Camber didn’t go anywhere.

The vampire said, “Just kill the wolf, and let’s get out of here.”

One of the Drazani guards said, “Davor wants no mistakes. You will die a long, lingering death if there are.”

While they were arguing, Brogan heard a high-pitched sound, then something rolling, like a ball, close to them. She saw a silver ball coming, rolling in her direction.

It had green lights and a button to depress in the middle.

This must be some sort of a bomb, Brogan thought. She took a chance, lifted it with her mouth, and threw it to the other side of the room.

All hell broke loose. Smoke filled the room, and guns started firing. Brogan draped herself over Camber’s body, so that she was protected.

Then weapons were being shot up above, where the emergency exit was that they had been trying to get to. A humanoid male with a glittery lilac hue to his skin came out of the smoke.

Brogan snarled and growled at him.

“Brogan, Camber, I’m with the rebellion. Come with me, and we’ll get you out of here.”

There was no way she was trusting a random person who claimed they were with the resistance. So she growled and snapped at him all the more.

“She won’t let me help, Camber.”

Then a face she knew only too well joined him.

“Brogan? It’s me, Morrigan. I came with the rebellion to help find you.”

Brogan sniffed her scent. Unless the Abnobians had gone to the trouble of passing out bottles of scent, then it was her. Who knew how she got there?

She rose on all fours, always keeping her body between Camber and the gunfire. They scrambled up the stairs and saw a ship much bigger than the one they’d arrived here in, with more rebels giving them cover fire.

Voices she didn’t know shouted, “Come on quickly, Camber, run.”

Brogan felt a deep burn in her hip area, but she wasn’t stopping until Camber was safe in the ship. They got to the ramp, and someone tried to help Camber up, but Brogan snarled and growled at them.

“Let’s just get her in before fights start amongst us,” Morrigan said.

They scrambled up the ramp.